My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment buttsExhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucksLoad in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off dayHangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promisesAnd nobody acknowledges that it so damn badBut we love like the last cigarette we'll ever haveI'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping butI'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with

This is how it has to beA kiss for luck, submerge myselfAnd in 7 weeks resurfaceEven if we don't look back againTired boys and wired eyesExposing imperfectionsTo the public eye i'm perfectEven if we don't look back again